This is a song about "Bob"

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Now yall listening to me flow while your heads rest easy and bob,